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[ The video is taken somewhere out on the rooftops, with the sound of distant monsters in the background. There's a man with a black bandanna tied over the upper half of his face-- the rest of his outfit is all in black, making him half-blend into the wall he's crouched beside. He's currently idly twirling a black hat between his fingers, and he gives the NV a lazy smile. ]
For those of you who might be thinking of using this holiday as an excuse for your misdeeds-- [ Decisively, he takes the hat in both hands and deftly flips it onto his head. ] Think again.
[ The voice is lower, and it inexplicably finds itself with a Spanish accent out of nowhere, but for those that know him-- that's Fratley. Definitely, definitely Fratley. There's a jaunty cockiness about him that's completely out of character, though.
Before he can say anything more, though, an Icarus Winged rises up behind him, rotten insides glistening in the dim light as it opens its mouth to scream. It barely gets an inch forward before Fratley spins around and leaps, cleaving through its chest with a downward slice of his rapier and decapitating it in an almost lazy-seeming flick of the blade. With a wet gurgle, the creature drops away, and Fratley continues as though the interruption never happened. ]
There is nowhere you can run that my teeth won't find you.
[ ooc; Fratley is dressed as Zorro Perro, a riff on your standard Robin Hood-ish bandit vigilante with an inexplicable Spanish accent that people might have caught on the Port's local channel at one point or another. His sign is a P (of course) and he's basically know for hunting down bad guys in positively SWASHBUCKLING style. Corrupt officials and criminals beware, as he'll be on the prowl tonight. Whether he actually stops them or just engages in a bit of swordplay and friendly banter is up to you. Open for action tags and The Mask of Zorro-y shenanigans-- lemme know if you wanna actually injure him or not. Replies will come from knightfell. o/ ]
For those of you who might be thinking of using this holiday as an excuse for your misdeeds-- [ Decisively, he takes the hat in both hands and deftly flips it onto his head. ] Think again.
[ The voice is lower, and it inexplicably finds itself with a Spanish accent out of nowhere, but for those that know him-- that's Fratley. Definitely, definitely Fratley. There's a jaunty cockiness about him that's completely out of character, though.
Before he can say anything more, though, an Icarus Winged rises up behind him, rotten insides glistening in the dim light as it opens its mouth to scream. It barely gets an inch forward before Fratley spins around and leaps, cleaving through its chest with a downward slice of his rapier and decapitating it in an almost lazy-seeming flick of the blade. With a wet gurgle, the creature drops away, and Fratley continues as though the interruption never happened. ]
There is nowhere you can run that my teeth won't find you.
[ ooc; Fratley is dressed as Zorro Perro, a riff on your standard Robin Hood-ish bandit vigilante with an inexplicable Spanish accent that people might have caught on the Port's local channel at one point or another. His sign is a P (of course) and he's basically know for hunting down bad guys in positively SWASHBUCKLING style. Corrupt officials and criminals beware, as he'll be on the prowl tonight. Whether he actually stops them or just engages in a bit of swordplay and friendly banter is up to you. Open for action tags and The Mask of Zorro-y shenanigans-- lemme know if you wanna actually injure him or not. Replies will come from knightfell. o/ ]